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100 – Beheading Operation (5)

Martin Mayer had just invaded his base, but Count Beluga had not noticed it yet.

“Push forward! Estelle, capture that bastard! “We must win this war at all costs!”

Other barons and knights around him agreed with that order.

“It’s as if we have already won this war.”

“War is as easy as eating an apple off a tree branch.”

“The enemy is retreating, and our troops just need to push it forward. All you have to do is move quickly but meticulously, like catching a rat cornered!”

No one here expected that the 20,000-strong army of the left wing of the Montmartre defenders, led by Count Beluga, would be defeated.

And it was quite a reasonable judgment based on all the information they could now grasp.

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Currently, Count Estelle’s army was only 15,000, or rather, the number seemed to have been greatly reduced due to the beheading unit, and they were just suffering helplessly.

Unless some serious problem occurred, it seemed to anyone that the Goddess of Victory was smiling at Count Beluga.

Everyone, including Count Beluga, had bright smiles on their faces.

At this moment, a messenger was running towards me, smiling with great emotion.

When the Count saw this, he was sure that good news had come, but he could barely refrain from cheering as he pinched his thigh with his left hand.

‘You can’t be happy when the news hasn’t even arrived without delay.’

“Report.”

The messenger quickly got down on one knee, expressed his respect, and opened his mouth.

“Here’s a report! Approximately 13,000 troops under Count Estelle. “Unable to withstand the current onslaught of our troops, we have begun to retreat.”

The beluga slapped his armored thigh and leaned toward his messenger.

“Tell me in more detail.”

“Yes, Count. Count Estelle must have thought that this could not go on, so he curled his tail and ran away. He even gave up on maintaining the formation and turned his back!”

At those words, cheers rose up from those around us.

“Long live Deus! Estel That guy is finished now! If we keep pushing forward like this, we will definitely win!”

“Let’s give the Rhine-Palatinate a blow and then use our momentum to retake Marseille and Fortress Sheikh!”

“Deus must be helping you, Count!”

At those words, Beluga cleared his throat a few times.

It was meant to calm him down, but the purpose was much more to manage his self-image better by appearing to be a little more cautious.

“Ahm, ahm. The battle isn’t completely over yet. Everyone calm down.”

Although he said that, the corners of Beluga’s mouth were already hanging down to the tips of his ears.

His face was already flushed, and his shoulders were shaking, so anyone could see that he was the one who looked the most excited at this moment.

No one with decades of experience living as an aristocrat tried to point out the count’s slightly ugly appearance.

‘You are on the verge of a great victory in battle, so it could be so.’

And the beluga’s ‘victory’ feast hasn’t even started yet, but it shows that it’s already gulping down kimchi soup.

“Messenger, please take this.”

Just as he showed his generosity and joy by giving a large sum of money to the messenger who delivered the news of victory, according to the custom, he handed a bag containing gold coins to the messenger who reported the news of the retreat.

“Thank you!”

“You can step down.”

At those words, the messenger quickly grabbed her bag of gold coins and ran away.

“Everything is going well. Okay, if we win this war, I will feel great and give a splendid festival to the mercenaries…”

But the words were soon cut off by a messenger approaching.

“Here’s a report!!!”

The Count was expecting good news, but the messenger’s armor was full of dirt and traces of being hit by various weapons.

Everyone couldn’t help but feel nervous as they looked like defeated soldiers.

Count Beluga’s expression was, of course, crumpled and became like a wet, dented paper.

“Our rear is being attacked by a detachment led by Baron Ainz under Count Estelle! Currently, our troops are suffering without being able to use their hands or feet, Count. Please send your support.”

This shocking report came only about 10 minutes after the report was delivered to the Count that they were winning.

It was impossible for him to come to his senses.

The moment Beluga felt dizzy before his eyes, he felt like he wanted to just hit everything and sit down…

‘It’s not over yet. Even though it is a separate unit, there are only a small number of them. Isn’t Estelle already dead?’

His experience participating in and studying in numerous wars has taught him what he should do right now.

“Let’s give up chasing Count Estelle for a while! “Send elite troops immediately, send friendly troops, and stop them somehow!”

He felt sad and painful as if one of his fingers had been cut off, but this was the best Beluga could do now.

When 5 minutes had passed since I thought this was it, this time a low-level knight came as a messenger.

It was not a very good sign that someone worthy of a ‘knight’ came to this situation, and the words that came out of his mouth were…

“Here’s a report! Count Estelle’s army has suddenly turned and is fiercely attacking our allies! “Our troops are suddenly attacked from both the front and the back and are helpless against the enemy’s attacks!”

A count who, not long ago, was envisioning a hopeful future.

He suddenly started to feel a pulling sensation on the back of his neck as things started to take a turn for the worst.

“Eh, Estelle! “f*ck you Estelle!!”

Count Beluga thought that the Margrave Estelle had drawn up all of this, but it was actually Martin Mayer who had drawn up all of this…

Now that he heard that fact, he didn’t even have time to realize it, and in the end he suffered a sudden mental shock and fainted.

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On the other hand, unlike Count Beluga, who was comfortable leading from the back due to his poor sword handling skills, Estelle, who was leading near the vanguard, was in shock.

“I thought what Centurion Martin Mayer said made sense, but I never thought it would be so effective.”

Then a baron next to him nodded his head.

“Yes, Margrave. “He is truly a great friend.”

“This is a talent that is truly needed in these difficult times, huh. Look over there, how our troops are fighting right now.”

Hearing those words, the Baron looked at the soldiers under Margrave Estelle who were fighting on the other side.

Until just now, even though it was just a disguise, the army was retreating unilaterally…

Not only did they regain their momentum in an instant, but the enemy army was unable to even properly resist attacks from both sides, like an Ottogi with its hands and feet cut off.

“Support! “Someone help me!”

However, since the majority of the reinforcements fell to the rear where the ‘exhausted reserves’ were located, no one could respond to the mercenaries’ cries for reinforcements.

Some of the mercenaries under Count Beluga, who were in despair at that sight, chose the dishonorable flight of running back, raising a white flag indicating ‘no battle’.

“If the attack is concentrated in the rear and we are hit like this right in front of us, there is no answer! No battle! “Reorganize the troops!”

The large army under Count Beluga, which seemed like an iron wall with 20,000 troops until just now, suddenly became a ragtag group.

The mercenaries under Margrave Estelle began to push aggressively.

“Whether it’s Beluga or Belluna, let’s go in and cut off that damn count’s head!”

Until just now, the battle that would have been difficult to win with straight attack methods was only triggered by ‘Martin Mayer’s’ plan…

The situation of war has suddenly changed.

Estel Changbaek sweated his hands as he watched this scene.

“A centurion leader of a mercenary company came up with an operation with this level of power and completely proved to me its possibility of success. “You have shown me results that exceeded my expectations, Baron.”

“Yes, Margrave.”

“And now that His Majesty the Emperor has passed away, no one in the palace has directly mentioned the ‘civil war’. A civil war will definitely break out in the next few years. Many nobles will die, but those who survive will achieve a glory that cannot be compared to now.”

The Baron nodded his head in agreement.

“Yes.”

Estelle took off his helmet for a moment and looked toward the rear, where Martin Mayer was running wild.

As if a man was observing the naked body of a beautiful woman, he looked at her with a longing, longing feeling that made her throat boil.

If someone who didn’t know him saw him, they would have mistaken him for a crazy person…

Anyone who knew a person named Estelle could not help but have high expectations, knowing that her ‘desire for talent’ was so great.

And the Baron here is like Ainz, who despite reaching the level of a Sword Master falls in love with Estelle’s personality and potential and is satisfied with being just a Baron and serves her.

‘As expected, this person is the one who will gain hegemony of this empire in the future.’

I looked at him with such confidence.

Estelle, without even trying to conceal her longing, spoke to the Baron, her eyes flushed like a young man in his twenties, as she looked at the beauty.

“I want Martin Mayer. To do that, I have to prove it to him. That I am a lord worth risking my life to serve. “Give the order for the entire army to charge, and I and my regulars will be at the forefront.”